Wildly Interesting Books

  • Adam's Task by Vicki Hearne
  • Anything by Colin Cotterill
  • Auguries of Innocence by Patti Smith
  • Big Box Swindle by Stacy Mitchell
  • Darwin: A Life in Poems by Ruth Padel
  • Gehry Draws
  • Human Smoke by Nicholson Baker
  • Out of Our Heads by Ava Noe
  • Stylepedia: A Guide to Graphic Design, Mannerisms, Quirks and Conceits
  • The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larrson
  • The God of Small Things by Arundahti Roy
  • The Long Fall by Walter Mosely
  • The Martin Beck Series by Maj Sjowall and Per Waloo
  • The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski
  • The Wrecking Crew by Thomas Frank
  • Vermeeer in Bosnia by Lawrence Weschler
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Is Spam Poetry Real Poetry?

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Kirk Davis-who has been know to insert spam into his own poetry -sends this item received from one Hank Whitley

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Lo! And Behold!




Emily Scudder (does she ever sleep?) has a poem on line at the site below.
http://www.seastories.org/hibernal08/entries/scudder.html

And if that's not enough. she blogging now with great pictures and poems. It's a treat and it's at http://www.emilyscudder.net/

Friday, October 19, 2007

Round Robin Poetry Rocks










Some of us went to the reading at the Porter Bookstore last Wednesday and had a swell time. The last poetry reading I went to was at Borders downtown where Emily Scudder had been asked to read along with--it seemed-- a hundred and twenty writers of verse, most of whom should have stayed home. It was a night to remember for all the wrong reasons.

Wednesday night's cast of "local" talent was of the highest caliber. The local part is about where the poets live and work, but some are known more widely. It was lively, sometimes very funny and always accessible. It felt rich and dense in the sense that there was so much to the readings. I found myself thinking about what a pleasure good, unpretentious poetry is.



Our good friends, Jim Henle(right), Iron Man of the Arts, and Emily Scudder(above), a nationally recognized poet, were on the bill; we are big fans.


Please take a look at Emily's Website listed in the Links. It's a great place to spend a rainy afternoon.

Monday, October 15, 2007

The Bad Poets Society

Yes! It's Back!!
The Bad Poets Society, a loving and very public reading of the world's worst verse will be convened once again in Harvard Square after a 7 year hiatus! November IS bad poetry month.
This unique event will be held at The Speigel Auditorium 56 Brattle Street in the teeming heart of Harvard Square, Cambrige on Friday, November 9th 2007 at 8pm.
This event will feature the masterworks of Edgar Guest, America's own "Bard of the Banal, among other examples of ghastly doggerl and laughable idylls from sundry aspirants to poetic transcendence.
The Bad Poets Society commences on Friday,
November 9th in the Speigel Auditorium, 56 Brattle Street. Admission is $5.oo
the above is from the publicity flyer from Channel Zero
I will only add this :The Bad Poets Society is one of the most painfully funny experiences I have ever had. Don't forget to wear your Depends.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

Don't Say a Word

"If you have nothing to eat but garbage, don't say a word.
If the garbage makes you sick, don't say a word.
If they cut off your feet, if they boil your hands, if your
tongue rots, if your spine
Splits in two, if your soul fines down to nothing, don't say a word.
If they poison you, don't say a word, even if your bowels slide
from your mouth.
And your hair stands straight up, even if your eyes well with
blood, don't say a word.
If you feel good, don't feel good. If you fall behind, don't fall
behind. If you die,
Don't die. If you're sad, don't be sad. Don't say a word."


Bolivian Poet, Jaime Saenz (1921-1986)